Make me thy flute, Krishna
And hold me near
to feel the tender touch
of your lips.
Kiss me- and let your
life giving breath pass through.
Your fingers, let dance
over the holes
and let a melody be created
of our eternal love.
And hold me near
to feel the tender touch
of your lips.
Kiss me- and let your
life giving breath pass through.
Your fingers, let dance
over the holes
and let a melody be created
of our eternal love.
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